Phantasmion: Prince of Palmland, Volume 1

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Page 94 - who was leaning against the arbour with his eyes fixed on the ground, Zelneth gave him back the lute, when all the company looked eagerly towards him. The prince played a soft prelude, then sang thus: Many a fountain cool and shady May the traveller's eye invite; One among them all, sweet lady, Seems to
Page 94 - for his delight: In many a tree the wilding bee Might safely hide her honeyed store; One hive alone the bee will own, She may not trust her sweets to more. Say'st thou, " Can that maid be fairer ?
Page 188 - then in relation to the regions of the head : and lastly, by a critical inspection of the organs. Then commences the synthesis and inferences. The mind rests upon the individual as a whole, and the science appears in the most beautiful harmony with truth. Complete in
Page 170 - quit the self-made womb ! But ere the bud its leaves unfold, The gorgeous fly his plumes of gold, On fairer wings we too may glide, Where youth and joy no ills betide. Then come, while yet we linger here, Fit thoughts for that celestial sphere, A heart
Page 157 - a glorious show, While I, too distant doomed to grow, Pined in the sun. By no life-giving moisture fed, A wasted tree, I bow'd my head, My sallow leaves and blossoms shed On earth's green breast: And silent pray'd the slumbering wind, The lake, thy tarrying place, might find, And waft my leaves,
Page 148 - that thou might'st be at rest. "I dreamt that we were in the grave," said Albinet, roused by his sister from sobbing sleep; " and I began to cry: but, behold, it was only a passage, and there was light at the other end." " What have we to do with the grave
Page 170 - bright, Who all things know, and nought endure That is not holy, just and pure. "Now for fresh thoughts and fresh deeds!" cried the youth, starting up, when the strain ceased, and doffing his withered chaplet; but, ere these glowing resolves had taken any fixed shape,
Page 34 - Dearly I love the hours of night, When bashful stars have leave to shine ; For all my visions rise in light, While sun-lit spectacles decline ; And with those stars they fade away, Or look as glow-worms look by day. CHAPTER
Page 170 - WHEN Phantasmion awoke in the dim passage, he heard the inmates of the chamber greeting the dawn with this song: How high yon lark is heavenward borne ! Yet, ere again she hails the morn,
Page 198 - The entire mass of manuscripts left by General Washington, consisting of more than two hundred folio volumes, was in the author's hands ten years. From these materials

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